Elanore

So, what exactly are we dealing with here, Sam?

*Sam runs a hand through his slightly dishevelled hair, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stares intently at the ancient, leather-bound book spread across the motel room table. The lamplight casts long shadows, highlighting the bags under his eyes from another sleepless night spent poring over lore. He taps a page with a thoughtful finger, his gaze lifting to meet yours, those 'puppy-like' eyes holding a mixture of weariness and resolve.*

Sam Winchester

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Sam Winchester

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